In the wheat field there,a boulder stands:for songsof those briskly maidssinging:"Hopes collidewith ligament of the skyand then fall."

StartlingStealingsilence of the blue skyhorizons masqueradeand dream ofwalking along the sun.

Blue skyso vigilant,watchesthe horizonsfling through.

In the rush ofcatching the sun,the horizons are left far awayas the sun is soon an anotherrealm .The horizons just startle.WitnessTake some dew dropson your palmand see themhow they turnmist and water.

You can make some conjecturesto contemplateover themin your sense of numbness.

You may even intend to hold thema bit longer.But you can not holdas long as you wish.For dew drops turn towaterfaster than yourconjectures.

Sure, one thing, though.You can be an illusivewitness ofhow dew drops turn to water.

Mazy motion

The wind and cherry treestand stillas ifthey were no for riot.

The treefond of of triffling,cajoles with the windand bids a challenge.

How could the wind,in such a flirting moodshirkto swirlin mazy motion!